Here's the 10th chapter. Just so you know, this one is a bit rude. Well, I mean, there is a bit of nudity in it. Well, not really. Oh whatever... there is a bit of sex written. Sorry, but I needed to warn.

I think that this chapter would have to be rated M? Not sure.

Here we go...

2D POV

My head was aching. What time was it? I was meant to be practicing today. Was I awake in time? I opened my eyes and then closed them. I rolled over to the side to look at my clock for the time. I opened my eyes to find that it was reading 2:44. Crap! I was meant to be up at 10 for rehearsal.

I jumped out of bed and put a t-shirt on and a pair of jeans which I found on the floor in lightning speed.

I headed for the door of my room but my foot got caught on something. I fell forward, landing on the door. I pushed myself away from the door and saw blood on it. I felt my nose. It was bleeding. "Aww shit."

I unlocked the door and opened it.

I walked out of the door and headed for the lift. I pushed the button and waited for it to come. The door opened and I walked into the small space.

I got off the lift and headed for the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks when I passed the bathroom. My hand was pouring with blood, so I walked into the bathroom and washed up.

I looked at myself in to mirror. My hair was all over the place. I do usually have my hair messy, but not this messy. It wasn't spiky or anything. There were knots and tangles. It looked curly and I hated my hair curly. I looked around in the bathroom for a brush, but was out of luck. There was no brush. I sighed. I opened the tap again and wet my hair. I didn't think it would do much good, but at least it would flatten it down a bit.

I got to the kitchen and walked towards the fridge, they could wait a little longer for me. I opened the fridge to find only a bottle of milk.

I stared at it for about a minute thinking about what I could do with a bottle of milk.

I closed the fridge door and saw a yellow sticky note on it. I pulled it off the fridge door. It read:

Dullard.
We rnt practicin 2day. U ddnt wake up nd ur door was locked. We r out 4 an interview nd 2 gt food.
Call wen ur dun reedin this.

I threw the note in the bin and walked to my room to get my phone.

Just as I pushed the button of the lift, the door bell rang. I sighed, they're back, I thought.

I turned around and headed for the front door.

I opened it. It wasn't Murdoc, nor Russell or Noodle. It was Stacie. I could just about see her eyes peeking threw her finge. They were bloodshot. She had obviously been crying. She had her backpack in her hand. I did the only thing that I knew would be the most comforting thing to do, I opened my arms out suggesting a hug which came. She dropped her bag on the floor and walked into my arms. She started to sob. She was shaking in my arms.

"C'mon in Stacie." I left one arm over her shoulder and brought her in. I picked up her bag on the way in and closed the door. Her bag was lighter than I expected.

I pulled her away and kept my arms on her shoulders. "Wha' happened Stacie?"

She lowered her head and started to cry harder. I brought her head into my chest to cry. I shushed her and stroked her hair. She pulled away and kept her head down.

"D'ya wanna come ta my room ta talk?"

She nodded, then hugged me again.

"C'mon then."

I pulled her away and brought her to the lift. I pushed the button and waited. I had one hand over her shoulder. The lift came. We got in and I pushed a button and the doors closed.

"Done cryin'?" Big mistake. She began to cry again. I pulled her towards me and kissed the hair on top of her head. "Sorry."

The lift stopped and the doors opened. We walked to my room and I opened the door. I stepped over the pile of cloths that I had tripped over before, but I didn't warn Stacie. She tripped over them and nearly fell flat on her face, but I caught her just before she did.

"Sorry."

She rubbed her lips together and shook her head, I presume that meant don't worry?

I brought her to my bed to sit down. She sat down and so did I.

"Wha' happened Stacie?"

She shook her head and her lips started to tremble. I knew that she was going to start crying again. I hugged her again. I didn't know what was wrong with her, she just kept on crying everytime I asked her. It must have been bad. I pulled her away but kept one hand on her arm.

"Stacie. Y'gotta tell me wha' happened. I can' do anyfink ta make you feel betta if you don' tell me wha's wong."

She sniffed. "I's Mary and George."

I didn't know who she was talking about. I had never heard those names before.

"Who?"

She sniffed again and looked down at her fidling hands. "They're my paren's."

"W-why did you call 'em by their firs' names?" A look of confusion was planted on my face.

She sniffed once again. She looked up at me. "They told me I was 'dopted."

She burst into even more tears. I pulled her in again. Poor girl, I thought.

"S-so wha'ja gonna do know?"

She pulled away and wiped her tears. "Dunno. Prob'ly jus' gonna stay wif Phil, then stay wif Orianna when she comes back."

She carried on crying. I pulled her in again. I stroked her hair. "Ya don' have ta stay wif Phil. Ya can stay 'ere."

She shook her head and pulled back. "No. Don' worry. 'M jus' gonna stay wif Phil. I don' wanna ge' in the way."

"You won' get in the way. There is loads a room 'ere. There are 'bou' ten spare bedrooms."

She sighed. "No. I ain' seen Phil fo' a while. I'll jus' go see 'im an' explain ta him wha' happened."

"Fine." I really did want her to stay. "You 'kay now?"

She shook her head and let more tears fall. I hugged her tightly. She cried all over my shoulder.

We stayed like this for a while. She stopped crying, but held on to me. I didn't let her go either. I didn't want her to cry again, but I wanted to talk to her about what she had just told me, explain to her that they are still her parents, just because they didn't conceive her doesn't mean that they aren't her parents. They brought her up.

"Stacie?"

She said "Yeah", but it was muffled, because she had her head buried in my shoulder.

"Yeh can' ha'e 'em."

She pulled away. "Why not?"

"'Cus they still are yer paren's."

"No they ain'. They have been lyin' ta me all my life."

"Bu' they still brough' you up. They prob'ly loved as if you were there kid."

"Bu' everyfink tha' happened," she sniffed, "everyfink tha 'wen' wrong was 'cus of them." She started to cry again. I couldn't bare the sight of her crying. It made me feel sad. This time it was my fault she was crying. I should have just kept my mouth shut.

"Wha' wen' wrong?"

She shook her head. "Don' worry."

I gave her a reasuring smile. "'Kay."

It was silent, but Stacie's phone rang, playing Oasis, which broke the silence. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, then she pushed a button, stopping the ringing and put the phone back into her pocket.

"Was tha' them?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

She stood up and picked up her bag of the floor. "'M gonna go see Phil."

I nodded, "Yeah, prob'ly bes'."

She walked to the door. She looked back at me. "Fanks."

"Yer welcome. Yeh sure yer okay?"

She sniffed and nodded. "Yeah, 'm 'kay."

"C'mon then. I'll walk yeh ta the door."

I walked up to her and opened the door. We walked out went to the lift. I pushed the lift button and the doors opened. We walked in and I pushed a button that would bring us to the front door.

The lift was silent, but again, Stacie's phone's ringing broke the silence. She took the phone out of her pocket and pushed the red button. This time, I saw who was calling her. It read Mother. She must not have had time to change the name, or she didn't want to change it.

She put the phone back in her pocket and the lift doors opened. We walked out of the lift and headed to the front door.

As soon as we got there Stacie spoke. "I ain' gonna tell Phil tha' I wen' ta see you firs'. I don' wan' him gettin' the wrong idea."

"Does 'e know yer goin' ta his place?"

"No. Bu' he always stays at home."

"'Kay."

She walked out the door and I watched her leave down the hill.

Stacie POV

I didn't cry on the way to Phil's house. I couldn't bear the thought of him being drunk and him seeing me crying. I don't know how he would react. But I had cried most of my tears with 2D. Where was Orianna when I needed her? I walked to Phil's house with my head down and hood up. I didn't want to see anybody I knew and I didn't want anybody to see me. Just as I was about to open the door to the flat it started to rain. I pushed the door open and walked in. I sighed as I got in. I didn't know what to say. I walked up the stairs to his flat.

I walked up to the door and thought about what I was going to say. Should I just cry and see what he says? Or just tell him what happened.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't bother knocking on his door. I took my bag off and got my set of keys out. I opened the door and walked into his flat. I walked into the living room, expecting him to be there, but he wasn't. I stood in there for about a minute, listening for any movement. I heard something from the bedroom. I didn't think that he would be still asleep, but I headed for his bedroom anyway.

As I got closer I heard strange noises. The noises didn't sound familiar, but I knew what they were suggesting. I listened and carried on walking. I got to the door and heard a woman. She sounded out of breath. I heard her say "C'mon, give it to me rough." There was a small crack in the door. I felt tears forming in my eyes. My eyes began to sting, because I had already been crying and I was holding back more tears.

I pushed the door open. I stood there, watching what was happening.

There was a woman sitting up, bouncing on the bed. There was Phil lying on the bed. I knew exactly what was going on. Phil looked up. He saw me.

"Stace." The woman turned around to face me. Thank God I didn't know who she was. I would rip her head off if she was someone who knew my name and knew that I was going out with Phil.

Bastard. How could he call me that? I just caught him in bed with another woman and he calls me Stace? I ran from the bedroom door to the front door. I struggled to open it, but did eventually. I ran down the stairs. I heard fast footsteps above me.

"Stace! Stace wait!" It was Phil, calling me from the stairs above me.

"Fuck off! You cheating BASTARD!" I shouted upwards.

I got to the door and opened it. I walked out the doors, fast. I couldn't be bothered to run anymore. It was pouring down with rain. The sound of the water droplet hitting the ground would usually sound beautiful to me, but not now. Not at this moment. I heard the doors open behind me.

"Stace, wait."

I turned around to see Phil with a pair of baggy jeans on with no shirt or shoes.

"Don' fuckin' call me Stace! You don' akchually fink tha' I would let you call me tha' afta wha' I jus' saw. You're a cheating BASTARD."

"Well I wasn't gonna wai' for you forever!"

"You son of a bitch. Why didn' you jus' tell me tha' it was over. A relationship isn' all 'bou' sex!"

"Well haven' spoken ta me in two days. So I thought that you were pissed with me. So you decided ta go bang tha' blue haired bloke."

"2D? You fink I'm BANGIN' 2D. He's my ma'e. You're one quick to judge, d'ya know tha'."

"So? I don' care wha' you fink of me anymore."

I walked up to him. I looked up at his face through my wet fringe. I looked away to the right and then back up at him. "You are a worthless piece of shit."

He gave a sarcastic smile. "I don't know what made me wanna go ou' with you. Maybe it was the fact that I was so annoyed with everyfing at the time I needed a bird to be with me. I just wan'ed sex, I didn' even want you. I have been seein' her for a long time an' your to thick at notice. I just couldn' wait any longer for you."

I was curshed. This was just as bad as being told that I was adopted. I didn't show that I was hurt. I had to say something that would crush him too.

"Good. 'Cus I fough' tha' if I wai'ed fo' a while you would change, bu' you didn'. You're jus' a heartless gi'." I turned around and walked away. I knew what I said was nothing compared to what he said to me, so I thought of a cheap comeback. I turned around, but carried on walking. "An' so's you fat piece of shi' mother."

I walked away. I heard the door of the building slam. I knew that would piss him off. I didn't know what to do now. I was fighting back tears. I couldn't go home. I couldn't go to Orianna's place because she wasn't there. I wasn't best friends with Claudia, so I couldn't talk to her. The only place that felt right to go to was Kong Studios, to see 2D.

Again I walked to Kong, through the rain. I had my head down and hood up. My fringe was soaked and so were the pieces of hair that were not tucked into my hoodie. I got the Kong gates and walked up the hill. As I was walking I felt tears form in my eyes. I couldn't fight them any longer. They fell down as I walked. I got to the door and knocked on it. I waited for someone to answer the door. As I waited I felt more tears fall down my cheeks. I didn't want anybody to see my cry. I hated crying. I didn't like people feeling sorry for me. The door opened. I had my bag in my hand, but resting on the floor, it seemed to be getting heavier on the way. I looked up to find 2D standing in the doorway. I stared at him, while doing so more tears fell. Stop crying, you're such a fucking whinge bag, the voice in the back of my head was shouting at me, it made more tears fall. 2D's arms opened and I walked into them. I left my bag on the floor. It was the same thing that happened before. I sobbed over his shoulder.

"C'mon in Stacie." I nodded and walked in; 2D picked up my bag then closed the door.

"Wha' happened this time?"

I didn't want to say anything; I knew it would come out like gibberish. So, I just hugged him again.

"D'ya wanna come inta my room 'gain."

I pulled away and nodded.

The same thing happened. We walked into the lift, then his room, I tripped over the pile of clothes which were still on the floor and 2D caught me before I fell on my face. We sat on his bed.

"Stacie. D'ya wanna tell me wha' happened or d'ya wanna cry it ou' firs'?"

I didn't move. I began to cry again. I didn't know my body could produce so many tears. I felt 2D's arm's wrap around me. I hugged my back and sobbed. I felt him pull my body away from his. He kept both his arms on the top half of my arms, near my shoulders.

"Stacie, wha' happened?"

"Ph-Phil. H-he w-was in *sniff* h-he ch-ch-chea'ed on me." I carried on crying. 2D pulled me into his body. I cried and cried. I couldn't stop any tears from falling; they just kept on pouring out from my eyes.

"You'll stay 'ere then. Yeah?"

I pulled away from his hug. I nodded. "F-fanks."

I hugged him again. He rubbed my back and kissed the hair on top of my hair.

"W-would Russell or Murdoc or Noodle mind?"

"No they won', don' worry."

I stayed hugging him. I sniffed his scent; he smelt so good. His room smelled of butterscotch too.

I stopped crying. So I decided to say something. "Where's ev'ryone, anyways?"

"Ou' fo' an in'erview. I ova slep' so I didn' go."

"Oh. I fough' you were mean' ta be practicin' taday?"

"So did I, but I ova slep'."

He pulled me away from the hug. "D'ya wan' me ta give you a room?"

I shrugged. "If yeh wan'."

He stood up. "Righ' then. C'mon."

"'Kay." I got up.

2D walked out the door and waited for me. I stepped over the pile of clothes which I tripped over before. I followed him to a room somewhere beside Noodle's. He reached for the door knob and twisted it. He pushed the door but it wouldn't open, so he tried pulling it, but it still didn't open. He started shaking the door knob, but the door wouldn't open. He carried on trying to open the door. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I let out a loud laugh. He stopped and turned to me.

"Wha'?"

"I's locked."

"Oh shi' yeah." He stood there in silence, I think he was thinking. "I fink I'll go ge' the k-"

"Yeah." I cut him off.

"Righ', 'kay. Hold on. I'll jus' go ge' 'em."

I nodded and he walked off to the lift. He was halfway in between the lift and me when he disappeared see him. I didn't know why, it was a straight corridor. He had just vanished. I looked around and nothing was there. I froze. I started breathing heavily. I started shaking at my discovery.

I wasn't dead. The lights had gone out. What a shit day.

Yay! Another chapter finished. Hope you liked it. I should be doing my French revision, but I decided to right this just for you. Smiles. :)

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